" "shit, i know what u mean...those jets can really get u goin.." we both laughed for a moment, and i said "im still horny.." "you can jerk off in her... if u want. i dont mind." well, that made it easier for me. i spread my legs, flashing my cock right at him. i reached down and started gently touching the head, getting worked up. he was watching me, and i loved it. my cock started getting harder and harder. i spit on my hand and started jerking myself slowly, getting my cock as hard as. Porter, telling her the details of the job and the salary, apartment and other terms, asking if she was interested. She explained about her present job, and its limitations. I suggested that she should immediately begin to find someone to take her place. She said that she knew a possible replacement and would let me know as soon as she could arrange it.Mrs Porter called me back in about 5 minutes, telling me that her job was covered now by the lady who was the original caregiver to the patient.. "Yeah, I am now wet…" I had to admit it."Would you show me, babe…?” She asked me, hissing softly.I glanced around quickly. There was no one there. The night was quiet, dark and still, except for her soft and teasing laughter.“Lift that tight skirt, babe… and show me your wet pussy”She suddenly swung her marvelous legs together.I did just as she said. I could not do anything else. I lifted my hem and pulled my thong down my knees, showing her my wet pussy lips, glistening in the shadows. She. But I talked to her about it anyway but she flatly refused to do it. But she did agreed that the fantasy part of it, was a definite turn on for her.I kept talking about it and often pretended to be a different man, some times even a black man. The first time I did that, she came so hard that she flooded the sheets much that we had to change them. And even though she denied that was the reason, it lead me to believe that she had fantasies that she hadn't told me about.In the spring of 2008 we.